Adventures [Of Lashton]

Adventure 8 - Bad Dreams

Adventure 8 - Bad Dreams

Ashton sat awake in his bed, terrified. The loud noises that rang out downstairs were scaring him. He knew his dad was angry about something, and he would always break things; Ashton didn't know why. His mother was yelling at his dad downstairs.

Before he knew it, his small, seven year old feet made their way though the hall and down the stairs. Ashton stopped at the third-to-last stair, out of view. He watched in horror as his father angrily threw plates and glasses around the kitchen.

"Are you just going to leave?! Just like you do with all your problems, to just leave them alone?!" His mother wailed, tears streaming down her cheeks. Ashton's father turned to her, face full of hate and disgust.

"And that's exactly what i'll do!" He screamed. Grabbing a coat, wallet and keys. His mother sat sobbing on the ground, no energy to try and stop him. His father walked past Ashton hurriedly, before noticing his son sitting cautiously on the stairs.

His son stared at his father expectantly, so afraid of the man that had granted him life.

"Be a good boy, Ash."

Ashton had the same dream for the last five years. (Okay, it is more a nightmare then a dream.) The same moments replayed in his head almost every night, which is why he was constantly sleep deprieved.

His bandmates knew about his insomnia, but didn't really know how to help. Sometimes Luke or Calum would stay up really late with the older boy, to try and make him... feel better? The two boys couldn't just stay awake all night, they actually slept.

Ashton padded down the stairs quietly, trying not to wake up anyone. The other three boys were fairly heavy sleepers, except for Lucas. The blonde boy could wake up if a pin dropped.

When Ashton arrived in the kitchen, he quickly made sure nobody was around (Yanno, robbers and that subject matter.). Satisfied, he turned on the stove and began boiling water.

Ashton would drink tea every night he couldn't sleep. He started doing it after reading all those health magazines that would sit at the management office.

The lad grabbed the small jar he had become all to familiar with from the pantry. He smiled softly at the little bag of chamomile, and placed it in his favorite mug.

The mug was a gift from Michael. Back when Ashton was still in school, him and Michael shared a pottery class. The fringe-haired boy thought the study was 'proper crap' and didn't want to remember it. So he donated the poorly crafted, blue mug to Ashton where he knew it would be used.

The curly-haired boy poured the piping hot liquid in the cup. He watched as the steam rose up. Ashton was about to sit down, but his boyfriend walked in.

"Lukey, what are you doing up? It's three in the morning." Ashton asked as he glanced at the microwave clock.

"I heard something. The question is why are you?" Luke stepped over to his boyfriend until he was directly in front of him, towering over Ashton. A loud sigh escaped the drummers lips, and Lucas instantly knew what was wrong. The younger boy drew the older one into a hug, who began to quietly sob into Luke's chest.

"Oh, babe. Shh, it'll be okay." Ashton looked up to the boy that had just spoken, with so much admiration and love he felt he could burst. "It will all be alright."

"Ye-yeah. But I j-just wan-na sleep!" The lad sniffled, before nuzziling back into the boy's chest. It always made Luke upset to see his bestfriend like this, so helpless and confused.